I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 126 Between staying up all night and memorizing, offering incense is definitely easier.

"I'd rather deal with an eight-eyed spider than sit here carrying the burden of these damned goblins' thirteen plans to attack Hogwarts," Ron said, irritably holding a history of magic book.

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up at Owen, who was sitting opposite him, head tilted back in his chair, blowing bubbles, lost in thought, and uttering ancient god-like whispers.

He still vaguely remembered the exam tips Miss Melina had given him during the summer vacation.

"If there are three long and one short, choose the shortest; if there are three short and one long, choose the longest; if there are two long and two short, choose B; if they are all the same length, choose A; if they are of different lengths, choose D; and if they are all different lengths, C is the best!"

"Hold this cross to your heart, recall the multiple-choice question in your mind, and the first option that pops into your heart! That is Merlin's blessing!"

Is it reliable or not?

Ron was seriously considering relying on these exam tips.

Because he really didn't want to memorize the history of magic anymore!

First, abandon Potions—the other subjects are manageable with his current magical level, so let's focus on the History of Magic.

It's so hard! Memorizing is just too difficult!

"Hoo~ Ha~"

"Hoo hoo~ Haha~~"

"Hoo hoo~~ Ha~ Hoo~"

Inside the house where every request was granted, the ancient god's whispers grew louder and more urgent.

He gasped for breath, startling bystanders who almost thought he was about to pass out.

"Dinner's ready!" Hermione, sitting a Hannah away from Owen, finally couldn't help but call out, her brow furrowed.

"Ah!" Irving, who was dazed, almost fell over.

He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, then stood up blankly.

"Go eat! Everyone go eat! What the hell are you studying for?!"

As he spoke, he prepared to leave.

Then, Hannah, who had forcibly dragged Owen over, quickly pulled him back. She whispered, "It's only nine o'clock."

"Nine o'clock?" Owen, snapping out of his daze, raised his left hand, staring miserably at his empty watch. "Damn! Are you kidding me? It's only nine o'clock!!!"

"What time did we arrive?"

In a rapid-fire question and answer session, Justin shouted, "Report! 5:40!"

"grass!!!"

"I'm going back now. Bye-bye!" Owen flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Hermione stood up and blocked his way. Her expression was quite complicated, a mixture of longing, embarrassment, and even a hint of disgust and helplessness. She didn't reach out, but simply blocked Owen's path with her body.

"What!" Owen said coldly, looking at the little witch's fan-shaped posture.

Disturbing one's peaceful sleep is tantamount to murdering one's parents!

It's Hermione Granger again.

The little witch's large brown eyes were filled with resentment, and the arrogant curve of her lips that often unconsciously curled up turned downwards, as did her fluffy hair.

Hey?

Did you use hair conditioner?

It was only then that Owen noticed that Hermione in front of him seemed, probably, possibly—wearing light makeup?

"We—we have some questions for you." Hermione mustered her courage and finally handed him a notebook bound together from parchment.

"What's this?" Owen asked, frowning as he took the notebook from her hand.

"These are the key points for the exam drawn by several professors!" the little witch said earnestly.

"Important." What a familiar word!

After flipping through a few pages, Owen was astonished to find that not only was the word familiar, but the entire content was also very familiar. "The key point is that it's a summary of all the content in the textbook~ So why don't I just copy it directly from the book?"

"And—" Owen frowned, finding the information increasingly strange, and said, "Is it second-year material? Did you bring Percy's study materials?"

Although the delicate handwriting didn't resemble Percy's, Owen still found it strange and asked aloud.

"This is what our exam will be like this year, which is why I had to—bring you here." Hannah stood up, standing between Owen and Hermione.

Hermione's long golden hair completely obscured her gaze.

There was nothing they could do; Hannah was developing so fast that she was already the tallest among the little wizards.

He's a little taller than Irving.

It can only be said that girls do develop earlier than boys.

"I think the old bat mentioned this potion problem." Owen rubbed his head, looking at the problem in his notebook, vaguely remembering that Snape had mentioned it in one of his classes.

"We need your help, Owen," Hannah said sincerely, grabbing Owen's arm and shaking it.

"Oh! Oh!" Somewhat dizzy, Irving carefully examined the questions that were far beyond the scope of the curriculum.

"Here we go!" He suddenly closed the notebook and handed it back to Hermione.

"Listen to me, go to the gate, where a new statue has been carved."

"I know that statue. It's of Rowena Ravenclaw. It's several feet tall, bigger than the statue in the Ravenclaw common room!" Luna suddenly interjected.

Every Ravenclaw child was aware that a week before exam week, a magnificent statue of Rowena appeared in the entrance hall of Hogwarts Great Hall.

"Mm-hmm!" Owen nodded. He then continued, "Don't go seeking marriage; those who seek fame and fortune will come to you."

"Buy a large incense stick, go up and kowtow; the main point is sincerity."

"You need to see the facts clearly. The exam is tomorrow. Between staying up all night and memorizing, it's easier to burn incense."

"Between hard work and perseverance, it's more magical to move the heavens."

"If you still have a few Galleons in your pocket, there's a donation box in front of the statue. Throw them in and hear the sound. That's Lady Rowena's whisper to you, and she will naturally protect you and help you reach the shore safely."

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Upon hearing this, everyone present except Ron felt a wave of dizziness wash over them, overwhelmed by a sense of absurdity.

"Don't you believe me?" Owen saw their worry in an instant. "Your hesitation is disrespectful to Ms. Rowena, disrespectful to wisdom, and disrespectful to knowledge!"

"That statue was blessed by the Ravenclaw tiara!"

"With hands clasped together and a devout bow, lost sheep, the goddess of wisdom will guide you toward the light."

"That's religion, that's superstition! How could that possibly be helpful for exams!"

Hermione's previously resentful expression vanished.

I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have believed in this guy's ability to come up with any good ideas in the first place!

"Praying to Ms. Rowena for a marriage is definitely feudal superstition, but praying for passing an exam is a sign of firm faith!"

"I suggest writing your name on a piece of paper and burning it along with the incense when you offer it, otherwise how will people know who's who!"

And—do you think you don't roll incense when you burn it?

Just kidding, he made over fifty Galleons in one day! That's more than just rolls, it's practically real Galleons! The young wizards at Ravenclaw alone contributed over thirty of them to him.

Just as I thought! Even the smartest person needs unwavering faith! (laughs)

When he opened the door at 5:40 this morning, in a daze, he seemed to see several young wizards wearing blue bow ties lining up in front of the Great Hall.

It's certain that they weren't waiting for dinner.

"You—" Hermione choked for a moment, then took a breath and said, "What's the difference between you and those fanatical Christians who think drinking holy water can cure cancer?!"

"Yes!" Owen answered firmly, "The holy water is a hoax, but Ms. Rowena really exists. Do you want to question Ms. Rowena?"

"Dare to go to the Ravenclaw tower and shout that?"

Owen glared at Hermione with a look that said, "If you dare to go, I'll call you a hero."

"I"

Looking into Irving's eyes, then turning his head to look at Luna...

Okay, Miss Granger admits she's not really that brave!

Ravenclaws have gone crazy this semester, you know?

Ever since learning of their ancestor's resurrection from the golden crown, the entire Ravenclaw community seemed to float on air. Previously, when the various houses debated which of the four house founders was the most powerful, the arguments were always the most heated between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

There was no way around it; Godric Gryffindor was a renowned dueling master.

They have real combat records. Their fighting strength is beyond doubt.

And Salazar, needless to say, invented or improved upon many modern forms of dark magic. This demonstrates that his magical skill is also at the pinnacle of wizarding abilities.

Therefore, these two colleges are the most contentious.

But now—all the arguments have long since faded away.

Because whenever someone asks this question, the Ravenclaws passing by will kindly come over and express this opinion.

What exactly did Kyrie Irving say?

Oh—did your ancestors rise from their coffins?

With just that one sentence, the junior wizards from the other three houses were silenced and walked away indifferently.

If you dare to question it, or even just have that thought, as long as the other young Ravenclaw wizards find out, you'll definitely be subjected to endless nagging and harassment.

"Look," Owen shrugged, then looked at the enthusiastic Ron. "How about giving it a try?"

"Da Ming, produced by the magic school, made with high-end materials, lavishly carved, and blessed by several magic masters with a lucky spell." He slowly pulled out a six-foot (about two-meter) thick incense stick carved with a golden dragon from a red pig. "Light it, and you will quickly receive Lady Rowena's blessing. Light it, and you will light the road to a perfect score on the exam. Light it, and the throne of first place in your grade will shine brightly upon you."

"How about it! It's on sale now, only ten Gallons!"

"Once you miss it, it'll be gone!"

"This is the last one; there are still many little wizards waiting to be shipped out!"

Irving held up the incense sticks and spoke eloquently, but Ron's expression gradually cooled until he looked embarrassed. "Um, Irving..."

"What's wrong? Are you a little short on cash?" Irving, ever so friendly, immediately burst into unprecedented enthusiasm. "We support installment payments, interest-free for the first month!"

“Um,” Ron interrupted, “I mean, that incense you’re holding, the one from the Ming Dynasty.”

"You—you haven't torn off the label of the Weasley joke prop."

(End of this chapter)